I remember well that maiden trail

The swish of silk and organ’s wail

Echoes of ancient vows to bind

A past and name to remain behind

One man to marry, I had thought Continue reading “Nine”


A Tale of Birth #1

The story of my daughter’s birth….

It seems only appropriate, considering this little girl of ours turns six soon (WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?!?!!), that hers should be the last on the list to be shared.

Thank you for joining me on this reminiscent journey! A month of birth stories! You may not have, but I definitely blubbered into my cups of tea reading them all again….

To read her brothers’ birth stories, click here, here, or here.


September 2012

I was nearly three weeks past my due date and was anxious. Due to how late the baby was, we had to get ultrasounds every 3-4 days to check fluid levels and her heartbeat. Everything was fine so we continued to delay inducing. Continue reading “A Tale of Birth #1”


One providential handshake……that led to marriage

Two attempts at horseback riding

Three hospital stays

Four siblings

Five children, whose four tiny faces light up my days (and one I shall see in Glory)

Six bowls of cereal at our table Continue reading “33”

A Tale of Birth #2

Birth stories have never ceased to inspire, amaze, and move me. Do they do that to you too?

I’m continuing my theme of birth stories this month (click here for baby #3’s or baby #4’s), and I hope you have been enjoying it so far! For me, a walk down memory lane often does a world of good (especially if said child is driving me nuts today….”But look how cute and tiny you were!!”)


January 2014

I was now 42 weeks and 3 days pregnant, anxious and exhausted. Continue reading “A Tale of Birth #2”

A Tale of Birth #3

I love birth stories. They are filled with such power and wonder, tenderness and strength.

So during the month of August, I will be sharing the birth stories of my other children (here is baby number 4’s ). Be forewarned, they are not necessarily in order (just to keep it interesting….and slightly confusing…)

June 2015

I was 41 weeks and 4 days pregnant.

Continue reading “A Tale of Birth #3”

Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #276-300

Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks

I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful. 

So I write them down.

And count them one by one.
Continue reading “Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #276-300”

Behind The Billow’s Veil

The crystal glass tipped off the table, an inch out of his reach.

One helpless second and it shattered, coating the floor with sparkling fragments and crimson drops of wine. He shut his eyes, unwilling to look. Frustration boiled in his gut, threatening to explode again. He clenched his fist tighter, striving for control.

A small round head appeared from the door frame. “You alright, Ca—?”

“Yes, I’m fine!” he snapped, cutting off the query. The figure at the door froze.

Continue reading “Behind The Billow’s Veil”